I have been away on a little vacation with Mrs B and then we returned and had a busy week with family celebrations.
Our holiday took us to Menorca, we stayed in a lovely peaceful villa and we did very little for the ten days we were away - no tourist-type behaviour, just lazing by or in the pool and generally unwinding.
|The Villa - middle class heaven.|
It was fabulous - we played Boggle and drove to the Supermercado, being constantly on the look out for Rhino's.
|I didn't score any points.|
The only downside was the trip home when we were suddenly reminded that we were flying to England. Even if you couldn't read the flight information board, you would have known we were heading to Blighty - that is because of the number of low or no class natives who decided to travel home in vest tee shirts, shorts and flip flops.
Even though we all knew we were heading for a rain soaked Birmingham, there were still those who insisted on dressing like they were on the beach.
The man in front of me on the plane had a hairy back clearly visible for all to see thanks to his choice of tatty white vest. Not a pleasant sight, and although my middle class values had forced me to buy an extra leg room seat, I did wish that it also came with a curtain.
I must also tell you about the flight that was heading to Manchester - Mrs B and I were sat in the airport awaiting our flight and the repeated and increasingly frantic calls for "passengers for Manchester" eventually extracted two families from Burger King, chips and shakes in hand, idling towards their departure gate. The man leading this pack of neanderthals was heard to tell his ravenous brood of children not to hurry, "let 'em wait for us".
Ah, the British abroad - how quaint.
Mrs B and I, in matching blazers and Panama hats, had a safe journey home and as far as I can see, we didn't kill any celebrities ( regular readers may know that usually any flight I take results in the death of a celebrity being reported) even Zsa Zsa Gabor still clings to life - perhaps she is planning a wedding.
Back home, back to work and a family visit from my brother and his family, including my nephew and two nieces, one of whom celebrated her 1st birthday with a trip to Skegness.
Now after our travelling experiences I was well prepared for the sights and sounds of Skeggy - all human life was there and quite a bit of natural life too - the beach was alive with spiders, tiny spiders who floated on the breeze by way of little silken parachutes.
Mrs B spoke to a native and was told the whole season had seen a plague of spiders and ladybirds - could have been worse, could have been people from Pleasley.
Having little children in the house was a great excuse for me to be even more childlike than normal and some may have seen the little videos we made - such fun.
So this is my excuse for not being with you as much as I would like in recent times - I have also been stalking celebrities by the way (Christine Hamilton) and planning other trips.
It may well be that with work and new friends I might not be able to tend my little flock quite as regularly as I hoped, but don't despair my lambs, you can always watch the X Factor.
|Oh yes - the hat had a nice holiday too!|